True enthusiasm is a fine feeling whose flash I admire where-ever I see it.
Even for me life had its gleams of sunshine.
I am not an angel," I asserted; "and I will not be one till I die: I will be myself.
You ask rather too many questions. I have given you answers enough for the present: now I want to read.
Die without me if you will. Live for me if you dare.
I tired of the routine of eight years in one afternoon.